The sun was rising just over the horizon as day began. Warm colors filled the sky, reflecting across the vast surface of the ocean. The morning air was brisk, a sign that Fall was approaching to replace the heat of the Summer.

Upon the beach sat a man in his twenties, dressed rather oddly for a day at the beach. He wore a white, robe-like jacket with stitching of a flaming bird upon his back. Black pants stood contrast, but the most striking feature of this man was his eyes.

Bright yellow and full of knowledge, the man's eyes scanned the horizon hopefully, searching for something. With a grunt, he adjusted the large sword strung across his back and drew his other.

"I won't find him just sitting around," he muttered to himself. His voice carried power with it. It was a voice that was well respected.

Vincent stepped toward this man. "Sir, I gather from your weapons that you are a fighter or warrior of some sorts." Vincent examined Cyrus' blades. "I too am a warrior, though it has been a long time since I have had to use my abilities but, now I am being thrust back into a world of violence for the good of humanity. I was wondering if you would mind sparring as to help me shake the dust off of my blade." With this Vincent flourished his wings. Large, brilliantly white wings that seemed to eminate light. He reached to his side and pulled forth a sword's hilt. "Shall we?"

Hawk was surprised that he hadn't heard the man approach. From the look of him, he was an angel, but not of the Dreamworld.

With a small smile and another glance to the horizon, Hawk rose to look the newcomer in the eyes. "I'm sure I could spare the time for a quick battle, friend. I have no reason to kill, so how shall we decide the victor? First blood is too easy of a win."

Hawk extended his hand when he had completed his inquiry. "Cyrus Hawk."

Vincent gripped Cyrus' extended hand. "My name is Vincent." I have been to this place many times before. There is a beautiful healing spring not to far from this location, we could show off our abilities to their fullest extent and then move to the spring when the quarrel has ended." Vincent released Cyrus' hand. "How does that sound my friend?"

Cyrus had not heard of the springs, but the man before him had no reason to lie.

"Sounds fine with me," he answered, releasing his grip. "Shall we begin, then?"

Hawk took several paces backwards, flourishing his sword and holding it defensively. The greatest warriors had excellent swordsmanship, and Hawk was just a bit better. Testing the waters with easy swordplay was always a great start to a battle.

"I'm happy to fight another sword user." Vincent said as he raised the hilt in his hand. "I was getting quite tired of these guns." As he spoke a blade of red light formed from the hilt of the sword extending three feet. Vincent moved his sword hand, his right, and positioned it in front of his body. "You have taken a defensive gesture, so I will begin." Vincent then stepped towards Cyrus giving a slash from his upper left going to his downward right.

Hawk easily brought his sword up and parried in a way that brought both sword down, points touching the ground to his right. In the same movement, Hawk brought his left leg around in an attempt to slam it into Vincent's side, winding him.

Vincent stepped slightly to the right, and accepted the kick. Since he was farther away from the original point of the kick, it's damage was dampened greatly. As Cyrus' foot met Vincent's side he closed his arm around it and spun to throw Cyrus away from himself.

Cyrus allowed himself to be thrown, but he flipped elegantly through the air and landed softly on his feet. He was obviously trained in more than just swordsmanship.

Cyrus took his turn to charge this time, and with much grace, brought his sword upwards in diagonal fashion. Vincent may have a peculiar sword, but such things were of no matter to Cyrus in the rush of combat.

Vincent stepped back allowing Cyrus' strike to pass in front of him. As Cyrus' blade continued to move upward he was left vulnerable. Vincent brought his blade to the exposed Cyrus' side. The attack was a slash using the broad side of Vincent's sword as to not slice into Cyrus' flesh.

With a quick hand, Cyrus drew out the symbol for 'push' in the air with his left hand, the remnants showing a bright green. The force was great enough to push Hawk back and away from the slash. Allowing the sword to connect would mean death in any other battle, and Hawk was not one to die.

Yellow eyes intent upon his opponent, he began to circle slowly to his left, away from the ocean. The bright longsword stood poised between the two ready for a defensive maneuver.

Vincent grinned back at Cyrus. He was getting his flow back. "Indeed, shall we step it up a notch?" Vincent clenched his fist and from it a great glow surrounded it, raising it to Cyrus, Vincent opened his hand and a bolt of light surged towards Cyrus.

Hawk watched the energy glow brightly as it formed within Vincent's hand. Without a moment's hesitation, Cyrus took a step forward, and spun on his heel. The bolt of light shot right into the large blade upon his back, causing no harm to him whatsoever.

While this blade would normally ignore any inorganic material, it cannot ignore what it is made out of--light. When the sword made from Phoenix's Holy Light comes into contact with other light, it can be blocked, or in this case, it can block the attack.

Continuing the spin, Cyrus brought his sword across in a horizontal slash, right at chest level.

Cyrus continued his spin after the slash was stopped, completely avoiding the blast of light that was sent at the ground. Taking a few quick steps away from his opponent, Hawk drew four symbols in the air, using all four fingers on his left hand to decrease the time spent.

Remaining green just like the previous Charter, the four symbols drifted lazily in the direction of Vincent. They did not fly directly at him, just towards his general direction.

"I believe it's time to hope." Vincent pointed the blade of his sword at Cyrus' torso. "Time to hope those are good healing springs." Vincent extended the quickly at Cyrus. Also, he stepped backward staying a few steps away from the symbols.

Hawk was slightly surprised when the sword extended, but not much; he had his suspicions based on what he had seen of Vincent's powers.

Stepping back and to the left, Hawk parried the elongated sword, hoping that the extra leverage would send the sword flying from its wielder's hands. Vincent seemed to be a good swordsman, but physics was a key component in any battle.

With his left hand, Hawk used his middle finger to draw out a symbol of Charter onto his palm, keeping it there for later use. At the same time, the four symbols floating towards Vincent sped up, trying to surround him with a two meter radius.

As Cyrus sent the parry to knock the sword out of Vincent's hand his own sword went right through. Vincent grinned at his opponent, "Must have been a trick of the light." Then he turned to face the charter symbols slowly attempting to surround him. Raising a hand he manipulated the waves of light inside of the symbols themselves and forced them to contract into nonexistance. Then he retracted the blade of his sword and pointed a finger at Cyrus, from the finger came a beam of white light. "This is called a laser my friend," He shouted, "They're nasty little buggers, don't let it hit you."

Charter is not made of light, but energy. It is the energy of everything, but the symbols are only the conduits. They are not made of light, but of the will of the world. So when Vincent attempted to put them out, nothing happened. Instead, they surrounded the angel, smacking into the ground.

As soon as this happened, a large green barrier formed a pyramid around Vincent. The laser he shot from his fingertip was redirected at the ground, due to the angle.

Vincent was trapped.

Hawk stood with a smile on his face, but one of good fun. "Do you surrender, friend?" he called out. Just as a precaution, he inscribed another Charter onto this right hand.

"Not quite, this barrier seems to be made out of energy. Do you know what energy is?" Vincent spread his hands causing a hole to open up in the barrier. "Energy is a manifestation of light." He raised his hand and again pointed. "Let's try this on more time." As he spoke a laser erupted from his finger beaming towards Cyrus.